Happy St. Patricks Day.
I think this will be the annual day when I give thanks for no longer working in the restaurant industry. In commemoration I felt I should tell a restaurant anecdote. Several stories come to mind; spraying the drunk with mace, the “excuse the fuck out of you” guy, the “shit-ass” guy, but none of them really capture the essence of bartending with customers 10 deep for over 12 hours straight. So, I’ll save my restaurant stories and just wish all the service industry people good luck and lots of patience, tonight and this weekend.
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God bless those poor unthanked bastards, thankfully my limited beertending experience was completely without the usual jerks and mean drunks. All my customers were happy and fun and good conversation. I *heart* MQ.
MQ had the best customers of any bar ever. I once went there on a date and felt about as cool as i’ve ever felt. it was a first date and we go to the MQ where i’m greeted by a procession of about 2 dozen people to greet me and my date. never felt more ‘made’ in my life.